I'm watching Escape from Nazi Alcatraz.

Unpleasant dream last night left me in a bad mood all day:
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I was driving down a dark crowded highway desperately trying to get home when my car broke down. I grabbed a bicycle out of the trunk and kept riding, keeping up with the traffic. (Apparently dream-me is quite the athlete.) Then by bicycle crumbled, but I just starting running, even though I was in the left lane. (See previous parenthetical comment). Then my shoes fell apart, but I kept on even though every step felt like I was being stabbed by a sword. (Apparently dream-me is also quite the stoic.)

Around a curve, I joined a procession of other runners. They were expensively dressed, somber expressions on their faces. Though there was nothing overtly sinister visible, I shuddered as I moved among them. Then I reached the man at the head of the procession. The man who led it who wore a suit and a cowboy hat that shadowed his face completely. For no reason I understood, I greatly feared that man.

He spoke. "Don't you understand," he said. "This is your chance. You have failed at everything. You will never reach 'home'. Just stop moving. Rest. Be at peace. You will never wake up. They will find your body in the morning. You will never again have to face to consequences of your many mistakes."

"If the choice is mine, I'd just as soon keep running," I said.

"The choice is always yours," the man with the shadowed face said, "until it isn't." Then I woke up.

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My vivid dreams have now been medically diagnosed, for which I am grateful. Because I have friends who tried to convince they were messages from spirit guides. If that was a spirit guide, I don't think it had my best interests at heart.

I'm about to finish watching Friday Night Lights. Sniff.

Yikes, Gar. That sounds terrible.

That sounds hard to shake, TB. Kinda cool that your subconscious is all about keeping going like that, though.

I'm watching the Belmont.

Which horse is leading?

Fight the power, TB!

Have killed many vines and maple seedlings. As I'm working, I'm contemplating how many pounds of carbon my backyard sequesters in a year.

I only wear hose or tights for warmth or effect. Otherwise, forget it.

Got out of the showers at the Y 90 minutes ago and I already need another shower. BUT! I've patched the wobbly front step as best I could manage, we'll see if it is no longer in danger of falling off once the cement patch dries. It's not the ideal fix, but I just need it to hold together another year or two until I decide what To Do With The Steps. And then I 'fixed' the bird feeder- the bottom inch was pointless, birds could never get the seed in there. So I filled the bottom deadspace with styrofoam.

And now I'm soaked through, have 8 new mosquito bites and lead paint and concrete smears from where I scratched wearing my work gloves.

Next up, replace the smoke detector, listen to Snap Judgement and then take another shower.

Also, of interest to some, I now own a sawzall. I think my bushes should be very afraid. Also the dead pipes in the basement.

I don't know what to make for dinner.